October 30, 2014 · Collusion
A learned fool is more a fool than an ignorant fool. Molière So here’s the thing about watching someone saw a table in half at what amounts to an art salon in someone’s basement or warehouse or wherever the hell these things happen anymore: it’s the most honest thing you’re gonna see all night. None […]
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October 16, 2014 · Industries
Durational performance art is the kind of thing that makes most people want to check their phones after ninety seconds, and that’s precisely the fucking point. We live in a world built on the three-minute song, the fifteen-second clip, the swipe-left mentality. Everything’s pre-chewed, pre-digested, designed to go down easy. But then some lunatic decides […]
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October 6, 2014 · Individualism
Here’s a guy who couldn’t even show up to his own exhibit because the Chinese government had his passport. Think about that. They locked him down, kept him from leaving, and he responds by creating this massive installation about freedom and imprisonment in one of America’s most notorious prisons. That’s not just art. That’s a […]
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October 1, 2014 · Industries
Victoria Theater, San Francisco: Yeast Nation (the triumph of life) presented by Ray of Light Theatre
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September 19, 2014 · Collusion
Collaboration: three people trying to figure out how to make Shakespeare’s storm feel real when the actual wind off the Pacific is already doing half the work. We’re not building a set. We’re negotiating with architecture that predates us and will outlast us, trying to figure out where bodies should stand, how voices will […]
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September 14, 2014 · Wanderlust
Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me, Whispering, I love you, before long I die, I have travell’d a long way merely to look on you to touch you, For I could not die till I once look’d on you, For I fear’d I might afterward lose you. Now […]
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September 11, 2014 · FalseArt
Andres Amador is out there on some windswept strip of beach, dragging a rake through wet sand like some deranged Zen monk, creating beach art, massive geometric mandalas, that would make the ancients weep. Two hours of work. Maybe three if he’s feeling ambitious. Intricate, precise, beautiful beyond any reasonable measure of beauty. And then… […]
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